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She is wandering in the endless desert half light, and her lips taste like salt and cracked skin. Her feet are caked and worn with the stuff of so many scalloped dunes..

Lot's wife falls into the oasis before the moon rises and huddles wet and cold in the water. In the distance, the jackals howl.

She prays the only prayer she knows. Please God, make me a stone.

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